poems

Listening to: three days grace
Feeling: moodless
the ugly I see her in the dark I feel her breath she looks at me in the cold dark way she feels so alone from the world,family, friends,and herself No one wants her because she is so ugly she is fat and can hide her uglyness she never has the body like the others she cries for prettiness but never gets to be she finally finds out the ugly is me....
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